We seem to be sharing our blackberries with the June bugs.
Toots, Secret Agent Man, and The Deerslayer were serious about the berry picking. I was serious about taking the photographs. I am not fond of the briars. That would be the chick part coming out of me.
Typically a fair amount of the blackberries that get picked are eaten fresh and the rest are frozen for future use. My mother in law has been known to make enough jelly for everyone....in town.
In the south blackberries are revered for their diversity in the kitchen and their use as a tonic for stomach ailments. In European folklore, however, blackberries are considered to be death fruits. They are said to symbolize sorrow and remorse. Dreaming of brambles/briars is an omen of potential troubles. Blackberries also represent the painful side of the affairs of the heart. Considered by many to be fairy fruit and consequently untouchable.
Whatever your knowledge of the humble blackberry I hope you pick a few, or a few gallons, for your kitchen.